Novel & Cerita Books Like My Sister's Keeper

I sat beside him on the bed. "Really? Tell me about your other roommate or roommates." He laid on his back, crossing one leg over the other. "My sister when we were younger," I laid next to him, laying on my side so I'd be facing him. "She was so mean and annoying." "Sarah's sweet, I can't imagine her as mean, exit when she's angry and gives me the silent treatment, she's certainly very good at that." "So am I." There was a moment of silence, "you tell me about your childhood, what was it like for you?"

As the first born of the Campbells, my sister was to inherit the family business once she turned 25, and everyone was anticipating the great change she carried on her back. That was until she died from a drastic accident that changed everything completely, an accident that ruined me completely, and an accident that left me scarred for life. And it had to be all on my birthday! Isn't that classic?

"I don't find it funny. -What a pity. *** While the boys are organizing themselves in the new headquarters of the group of one of Leo's infiltrators, Gael Gandía, I am in the Portland square where the two sisters are walking with their pet. Ángela approaches an ice cream parlor while the eldest stays in front of the window of a bookstore. With her hands in the pockets of her sweatshirt she looks at each title of hers and from time to time I see her take out a pen and write the title on the palm of her hand. When she leaves with her sister I go to the window. I look at the book that "Frankenstein" was written. I don't know why the corners of my lips turn up a bit. It is my favorite book. ***

Rebecca then left her throat and then rolled her fingers through her smooth skin and smiled evilly. "And if you don't do that. Then my dear, Nina Walker. You will meet the same fate as your sister. You would be burnt alive, in this dark room and with these candles," she threatened her. That was the moment her fear took over. She didn't want to die such a torturous death and she just remembered how bad her sister suffered. Her heart bled thinking about that and she shed tears of blood due to fear. "Am I clear?" Rebecca growled.

To his left, his mother had neatly placed his unpacked bags against the wall. He stood up and walked to his window, right across the short fence was an unoccupied house. He could immediately tell that it was the house his sister had spoke about, that brought his thoughts back to their new neighbor. Andrew was not a virgin, he had seen quite a number of naked females in person and triple that number in pornographic magazines and videos, but none could compare to the glimpse of Ada he walked into. The way her thick ass cheeks held firmly, clasped against the G-string dividers, her cute slender waist and her smooth thighs. He could picture it all in his head.

However, the doctor had clearly explained my condition to her. When Joan and I both had fevers as kids, my parents would point out that I was the older sister. So, there was apparently no need to waste money on me. They would take Joan to the hospital and only give me some basic fever medicine. I should have gotten used to it after so long. I tried to keep working part-time, but my body just could not keep up, so I quit. Even the restaurant owner said I looked pale and suggested that I go for a checkup.

-Eve- I’d heard of dark family secrets, twisted affairs, things best left unspoken. But a hidden sibling? That was something I never imagined. A sister. Suddenly, my world felt a little bigger. And I felt curious. Clueless. I shook my thoughts away and focused on the bookstore. My mother’s old books were stacked neatly at the counter, and I handed them over. “Miss,” the clerk said, snapping me back, “We can only exchange these for store credit at this time.”

I walked past Sarah’s desk, past the walls and the coffee machine with a sad face and wet eyes. Why can't I ever have anything? I whispered to myself. First it was Lucas and Selena now it's Valerian and Annabelle. There's always someone than me there's always someone that is better than me. I'm literally the sister they never choose. I reached my desk and started packing my bags, shoving my phone, wallet and all my belongings in it. Sarah called out "Sereia? What happened? What's wrong?" She asked looking concerned. I shook my head at her with a weak smile.

Full of bath steam and little footprints. Bianna came into the kitchen behind me and picked a grape from the bowl on the island. “They were so happy, though.” I stared at the glass wall behind the sink. The yard was getting darker now. The little lake behind the house sat still as ever, like the world hadn’t just tried to stab me with a coincidence sharpened to surgical precision. “Yeah,” I said. “And, by the way...” Bianna tossed the grape into her mouth, far too casual. “Your sister’s fiancé looks like the twins.”

I can’t disagree, but I also can’t help the frown on my face as I stare at my book. But she just laughs at me. “Girl, your sister is the Luna Queen over there. I’m pretty sure she has a book or two you can borrow.” I laugh. “You and I both know she’s no bookworm, though I do imagine the castle has a really good library.” “See? Problem solved.” “Not really.” I grimace at my suitcase, reluctant to leave any of my favorite books behind. “I have no idea what books they have there. I’ll die if I get all the way there and wish I had one of these.”